Thank You For The Limerick AABBA

A ropey old rhyme limerick

Five lines in a row do the trick

Though nightlight I use

Candlelight may confuse

Which more often gets right on my wick

For a lark, I’ll write you verse two

A verb in the hand helps me through

I'll describe how it feels

When my setting congeals

Like lard on the sole of my shoe

A trilogy of limerick rhyme

I'm inclined to persist with my climb

If I use enough rope
I can broaden my  scope

If I fall I can finish with mime